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SleeplessnessShe lay there, delicate but as fierce as ever. Feminine curves outlined the taught muscles that covered her body. The two sides of her mind played their game of tug of war, as they usually did at times like this. She tried fall asleep, knowing that when she woke the duality would be gone and she could go back to being her self. This was the only bad part of the situation, trying to fall asleep afterwards. The money was good. A lot more then she would charge for the same amount of work on the battle field. This work didn't have the same rush as a good sword fight. “The gold is right here on the dresser as usual,” her suitSleeplessness
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Approval“Good morning Archmage Malin.” Baraccus greeted the great mage with confidence. The same confidence that he based his decision to come directly to him instead of going to General Marcus Johnathan like he had been instructed. The Archmage glanced toward the young mage and in an instant Baraccus knew that he had already been weighed and measured by the quick intense mind of such a great mage.Approval
“Yes, it is.” Is all he replied and went back to the book he was reading. Baraccus stepped into the shade of the tree that the mage was standing under and extended his hand.
“I am Baraccus Collamore and I
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DualityThe great beast beneath her stood as still as a statue, other then her eyes so did she. Analyzing her small battalion and finally determining them worthy she spoke. “Today, we are not a team. The arched eye brows and puzzled looks were expected. “You are an extension of myself. We are not a team. We are one person. Not only in the sense that we work as one, but also in that I am the brain. You do not think, act, piss, of your own accord. I will not allow failure and to ensure that, I call the shots. All of the shots.” The clank of all twelve helmets hitting breastplates in simultaneous nods was a good sign. Not onlyDuality
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TearsThe tears wouldn't stop. He told her to stop, she wanted to. But why wouldn't they?. The drops fell from her eyes into the dirt between her hands adding to the puddle of blood that had formed. Her clothes clung to her skin as if they were looking for solace in her, there was none. Her short crimson hair dripped with the water from the rain. She thought that her hair too, might be crying. The boys were laughing. They always did.Tears
She wanted to collapse. To fall into the dirt and end it. There was no way that would work. She believed him when he said even in death he would find her. That thought halted her tears. She gripped th
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